I’m in a strange place I’ve never been. All these thoughts begin to feel so foreign.
Two conflicting emotions leave me stranded on an island of isolation.
Some closure before I close for sure on this broken chapter.
Missing parts and missing pieces. Unresolved reasons.
Forgotten conversations, moments, days, months and seasons.
This unrest inside my body has left me so weary through the weeks.
I took twice as many as I was suppose to to just make it through weekly.
My heart’s lived twice as many lives as it was suppose to. A dynamo to the tenth degree.
I’m tearing at the seams. Cut me open and see what I mean. There’s something wrong internally.
This symphony of symptoms sings a song in my system. A chorus of chaos. A bastard of a ballad.
Making me question, what was life like before this.
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